May 9, 2017—Day of interviews
Ashford | Abby
Are you done reviewing Miss Donoghue’s written statements?
Mostly.
You’ve had them for over a day.
She wrote a _lot_.
I’m looking over your notes. Obviously the Nick Dessen thing is disturbing.
I also think that given the messages from Jeremy Polk’s phone, something’s off about the bridge where she met up with Anthony.
Interesting that she doesn’t say anything about the dreams.
I would go as far as to say “key,” not just interesting.
Yeah.
You don’t trust her.
You do?
Not precisely. But I want you to be certain that you are remaining objective.
Why wouldn’t I be objective? Because of Miranda?
You know Sara knows more about her than she’s saying.
I believe so, yes. But again, we do not know the reasons why.
Sara Donoghue is a victim in all of this. Our responsibility is to her well-being.
We’ll see about that.
She is arriving in a few hours. Please make sure that everything is prepared.
You’re the boss.
I am not sure I am comfortable with that classification of our relationship.
If you can think of a less sketchy version of a teenage orphan hanging out with a balding middle-aged disgraced professor, crossing state lines and inappropriately involving ourselves in ongoing criminal investigations, let me know.
I admit there does not seem to be a suitable alternative.
I’ve been telling people I’m your intern.
Please . . . don’t.
I could tell people you’re my dad.
Abby.
You don’t think we look alike?
Just get everything ready. The syringes are in the glove box.
Sure thing, boss.